ignore the cowboy

Dim lights on a cold desert night.

I’ve a soft spot for cowboys… especially the Clint Eastwood types of movies. So it only fell natural for me to love this goofy dude in all his quirkyness. Jesse McCree might not be my favorite character to play, but he’s definitely one of my favorite personalities~

anonymous asked:

What's on my mind? Well I guess *inhales* MCHANZO BeING HAPPY TOGETHER AND HAVIng A GOOD TIME!!! Could you draw mer!hanzo hoarding all the shiny things like McCree's belt and spurrs and ignoring the cowboy when he's like "Darlin' i need that"

Anon are you a mind-reader because this is the exact headcanon I have for mer!Hanzo?!?!?! Like even though Hanzo behaves normally for the most part, when he’s super annoyed or jealous, he’ll start to hoard Jesse’s things without realizing it and refuses to give it back. And he also does this when Jesse is on a mission because having something from the cowboy comforts him subconsciously as he waits for him to come back. All in all a wholesome suggestion 10/10 ( ᐛ )و

another good cowboy bebop episode is the one where a communist terrorist just wants people to pay attention to him but is constantly ignored because an actual cowboy keeps showing up

“Damn I love this song,” Tyler said over the loud, bumping music as he moved his feet to the beat. Despite being tough on the eyes, Tyler had a soft spot for any kind of dancing. He mostly did swing while he was on tour as a bull rider, enjoying tossing around girls and making them grin from ear to ear after he spun them around on the dance floor. However, he also knew how to modern dance well, and had taken several partners throughout the night so far without slowing down, on the dancing, or the drinking. As he glanced around, looking for his next victim, he spotted someone. “Come on, I know you want to join in,” he said, obviously buzzed off the shots he’d taken. 

in a dim cafe you sit after a long night at work. mccrees had his eyes on you since you came in. he comes into your booth and gives a sly smile. “hey there” you ignore him, naturally. some weird cowboy cosplayer approaching you? how absurd. but he sure was rugged and handsome. he speaks again, “anyone ever tell you that youre beautif–” he chokes on dust. (with this in the background)

First Date: McCree x Reader

The first thing you notice about McCree is that he’s dressed up a bit, and the iconic hat is missing. He tips his head forward at you, reaching out and pulling you into a one-armed hug as his lips press firmly into the crown of you head. He doesn’t even smell like smoke, meaning he showered. The rest of the team looks on in stunned silence, Hana’s snapped a few photos and you make a mental note to retrieve them later, anything to savor this moment. And then you realize you haven’t said anything yet, and McCree chuckles.

“Too much?”

“Oh no, I’m just wondering how I bagged such a charming Casanova of a cowboy. You clean up real nice, babe.”

“Thank you kindly, darlin’. I always aim to please.” He winks and your cheeks redden ever so slightly, wrapping your hand around his and bidding everyone a good evening.

Lucio shoots you a thumbs up, and Lena shouts an enthusiastic “go for, love!” as McCree leads you outside. There’s a small village within walking distance of Watchpoint and you’re sure everyone recognizes who you and McCree are, but the cowboy ignores it all, regaling you with tales of his early days with Overwatch and beyond. There’s a rustic bakery with an outdoor patio, a table is prepped and ready when McCree and you settle in. You give him a look as he whispers into the server’s ear.

“Never took you for a schemer, McCree.” You say, fingering the flowery pattern on the tablecloth.

“Hey now, I ain’t no schemer. They just know me really well here, it’s my favourite place.” He drawls, seeing the lightbulb flash above your head.

“Wait a second, is this –“

Any sweet, anything at all, comes out on silver platters, on those fancy raised trays. This is why he told you to have dinner tonight, because he already had dessert planned out. Figures Jesse McCree would have an outrageous sweet tooth (which is why he’s justifies falling for you, sugarplum, because you’re too damn sweet).

“Don’t worry ‘bout nothing, we can take doggy bags home if you like.”

“Dude, Lucio and Hana are going to be all over these. Not to mention Reinhardt.” You pick up one of the small berry tarts and eat it in one go, sighing at the cream filling with a sweet punch of strawberry and orange. McCree nods in agreement and picks up a cream horn, flicking the dusted sugar at you with a toothy grin. You briefly imagine a food fight breaking out between the two of you.

“What else have you got planned, Casanova?”

“That all depends on you, honey.”

“Do we have to go back immediately?” McCree shakes his head. “Then let’s stay out here for a while.”

He stands up and removes his jacket, placing it around your shoulders and kissing the side of your head.

“Anything you like.”

Playing as Hanzo and there’s a talkative McCree and he’s saying Howdy and all that to everyone and right as the gates open, we run out and suddenly I hear a low “Hey.” right next to me/behind and it’s the McCree. He kept following me and saying hello and I’m just “Oh god, Jesse, stop. You’re so distracting.” I managed to get 3 golds anyways. Gotta protect the distracting cowboy.